Now, this is obviously a terrible, terrible story. Even though it’s terrible, I’m going to approach it from a different angle. I would like to analyze this story in the same manner I think many white, republican men may view it.
The Republican thought process:
“Yeah, but what was the pit bull wearing? I mean shit, you can’t be a female dog, wearing those fuck me boots and not expect a man to want to get some booty. She was probably asking for it. That poor guy couldn’t help himself.”
“How dare that dog go out in the backyard prancing around and flirting so heavily with its owner. I mean hell, who wouldn’t bang that bitch?”
“That bitch is his property. It says so in the Bible. He can do with her as he pleases.”
She’s sitting next to me on the small couch talking to the counselor. Her speech begins to falter, she turns away from me and begins to cry.
I place my hand gently on the back of her neck trying to calm her. I tell her it’s alright to be emotional and it’s alright to feel sadness.
“Anytime I’m with her, she’s either in the bathroom, in her bed or on the back patio smoking. I wish she wanted to spend time with me. I wish she would be a normal mom,” she said as more tears begin to flow.
My daughter recently turned 13. Instead of worrying about her schoolwork or which boy she may like, she spends all her time wondering why her mother won’t love her. Continue reading →
One of my first cars was a 1988 Toyota Camry. Although it was a boring car, it was like a Mercedes to me. It was used, but still had the owner’s manual in the glove box. For that time in my life, it was a good car and helped me get wherever I needed to go.
What if I compared the Bible to the owner’s manual in my old Camry?
The Bible is thousands of years old and for millions of people it is the owner’s manual of their life. They do their best to follow its every word and attempt to be the best Christian possible. After all, the Bible is the word of God and the only true word.
My 1988 Camry owner’s manual doesn’t do me much good if I try to use it to help me with a 2014 Camry. The car has gone through numerous changes throughout the years and the 2014 model barely resembles the 1988 one.
Sounds similar to the way humans have evolved and changed from 2000 years ago to current times.
But sadly, millions of people attempt to use an outdated document as the owner’s manual for their life.
No wonder this country has so many problems. The owner’s manual is obsolete.
Such a simple concept that so many people can’t seem to grasp.
A while ago, I had to exchange a television at WalMart because the one I bought there a few days ago did not have a remote. This should have been a truly easy task to accomplish; but idiocy, poor breeding and patriotism stood directly in my path.
Act I. The Beginning of the Transaction: I walked in with the television and my receipt and made my way to the customer service counter.
The employee was a young girl probably 19 or so with bad hair, but she was nice. She took my receipt, stared at the “return/exchange” policy board behind her and told me that I had to exchange it for something that cost the exact same amount or something that costs more.
She explained that she couldn’t give me a refund in any way, shape or form.
“Whatever,” I thought to myself, I just wanted the exact same television, but this time with the remote it’s supposed to come with.
Act II. The Service Poodle: I found the exact same television and made my way back to customer service to finalize the exchange. Continue reading →
(I’m re-posting this for my new friends who may have missed it, enjoy)
Medicated Powder. I don’t know about you, but I am always cognizant of maintaining my male hygiene.
It’s something my father taught me when I was child. “Son, there is nothing worse than a guy with a stinky crotch,” he used to tell me.
When I was about 12 years old, while most fathers were teaching their young boys about sex education, my father took me to Walgreens to introduce me to my first medicated powder. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
We walked into the store and headed directly to the back where all the powders were kept next to the Vaseline, lubricants and condoms. (back then, condoms weren’t locked up)
The pharmacist asked my father if we needed any help. “No thanks buddy, just buying my son some crotch powder. He’s about that age now,” he said with a proud smile. I looked straight down and wanted to jump off a bridge.
I didn’t want anyone to think that I had a smelly crotch. I was praying that I didn’t see anyone from my school in the store. It was one thing to be the shy kid or the new kid at school; but the kid with the smelly crotch, that would surely lead to me becoming a serial killer one day. Continue reading →
“I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and felling, programmed with total assurance that we are somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.” Rust Cohle from True Detective
This was from an earlier episode of True Detective. And yes, I am addicted to this show. Some people need their crack, meth or coffee………. I need True Detective.
For me, the above quote is fascinating, is illuminating. What an interesting way to perceive human consciousness. Although probably uncomfortable for most to entertain that quote, it holds an incredibly unique thought process. Continue reading →